The Swing

by Mardee Louise Prynne

 

Part 2

 

A SUIT IS LAUNCHED

Robbi and Dina practically had to tow Jodi to the lawyer’s office. The girl was frightened of anything that was even close to authority. She had dwelt in the demimonde

and under Mummie’s not so benign despotism for far too long.

"Jodi, this man has represented my interests and those of Robbi and of his mother for more years than I care to admit to. You can feel secure placing your legal concerns in his capable and caring hands."

"Dina, I should be thanking you but I’m so knew to the real world."

They were admitted to the attorney’s inner office. Jodi smoothed her starched crinoline petti under her as she sat down. Crossing her legs prettily at the ankles, she listened to the reassuring tones of the handsome lawyer who was introduced as Mr. Harper.

"Dina, I know what you say about this lovely young lady is true yet it so difficult to believe she is anything but a real female, and a superbly beautiful one at that. It’s a pleasure to meet you Jodi.

"There’ll be some documents to be signed today and more at later dates as information comes to light. I’ll explain everything you’ll be asked to sign. We’ll research this very carefully and very thoroughly. There will be no retainer and no expense fees at this time. Dina took the liberty of explaining your predicament to me. Let’s say this will be pro bono. My gift to you on the occasion of your emancipation"

Jodi blushed beet red.

A secretary recorded the details that Jodi was able to provide.

"Whatever she has will be yours and of right ought to be."

Jodi smiled. She had begun to relax and was less cautious about the arrangement of her skirt and pettis.

Mr. Harper eyed the smooth skin above her stocking tops. Jodi wondered if he was deliberately studying her charms. Could it be that this handsome, successful man who knew the truth about her, was attracted by her beauty?

Dina’s voice interrupted Jodi’s thoughts. "I have a lunch date soon. I’ll leave you to go over some more details and to get better acquainted."

Dina and Mr. Harper kissed lightly as they shook hands. "Thank you, Mal. I really appreciate your taking on Jodi’s affairs."

Jodi rose and gave Dina a peck on the cheek. "And thank you, Dina, for this and for giving me a life."

Jodi seated herself on the couch. She arranged her skirt making sure that she flashed her white silk panties. Mr. Harper was not unappreciative.

The conversation flowed comfortably. Mr. Harper was encouraging. Jodi tried to recall everything she could about her real parents. He made occasional jottings on a large legal pad.

His attention was riveted to Jodi’s superb legs in the demure white pumps and neutral stockings. The crinoline petticoats gave her an air of purity that was all the more seductive for it’s unaffectedness.

"Mr. Harper, you have to know that I’m playing the seductress right now. This is all so new to me like this. I mean being a real ordinary girl my age. It feels so good not to be the creature created by that awful cow. I really am sorry. I have no right to do this when you’re being so good to me." She took a tissue form her purse and dabbed the tears that were running down her cheeks.

Mr. Harper rose. "No, Jodi. I should apologize, not you. I was staring at you, using your beauty for my own needs."

Soon the two were seated at a quiet table in a rather posh restaurant. Mr. Harper was the perfect gentleman toward this wholesome beauty people assumed to be his niece. "Drat," thought Jodi. "I know I turned him on. It would be sooo nice to have real sex with him."

 

ROUTINE

Life fell into a comfortable routine for the newly liberated transvestite.

She was performing at The Club Eighty-Two and had become a popular dancer with gays and straights alike. A dance solo was being choreographed for her. Then there were the daily dance classes. Her exquisite legs were becoming even more superb. The constant dancing was shaping them, defining them to perfection. These legs, always powerful, were becoming even stronger.

The shopkeepers in her Village neighborhood were too eager to help this sweet girl who was learning to shop and cook for herself. Jodi brought out the best in people.

Malcolm Harper had taken over the administration of her legal and financial affairs. His attentions reinforced Jodi’s newly acquired sense of worth. They met weekly. Mr. Harper deposited her earnings, paid the bills, gave her an allowance for out of pocket expenses and invested the rest.

Jodi rewarded him with frequent glimpses of her panties. Of course her garters needed to be tightened or her seams straightened more frequently when they were alone in his office. She became aware that she wanted an affair with a man who would accept her as a real girl, who would make love to her as if she were a real girl. Jodi wanted to be romanced, to be sent flowers, to be cared for and adored by an ordinary man in a relationship with no kinks.

"How could nay relationship with me be without kinks? That damned bitch raised me as a totally kinky thing. A thing, not even a real person. But I’m a real person now," thought Jodi as she began to work her way past her anger.

Robbi surprised Jodi outside the dance school. Her hair was covered by a scarf, he collar of her trenchcoat turned up against the damp late autumn air. Jodi looked every bit the dancer with her bag slung over her shoulder.

They kissed. "I’ve got a surprise for you!"

"I just love surprises," smiled Jodi.

Robbi kept her scarf on when they entered Jodi’s apartment.

"Tell me, tell me," giggled Jodi jumping up and down like an excited little girl.

"Close your eyes."

"Okay," complied Jodi.

Robbi took of the scarf. "You can look!"

"Aiee, that is so neat! You look just like Leslie Caron in that haircut. Wow! I wish I had the nerve to cut my hair that short.

"You really like it?"

"Like it? I love it! So pretty and so sexy! Just like you!"

Jodi threw her arms around Robbi’s neck. She wrapped her legs and Jodi’s waist as she enveloped her friend’s mouth. Her tongue slid between Robbi’s lips.

Robbi carried her lover to the bedroom even as they explored each other’s mouths. Suddenly Jodi straightened her legs and applied pressure. Robbi fell back onto the bed. The two came up for air. "That was just so sexy," they said in unison and started laughing at the coincidence.

They nuzzled each other’s faces, nibbled each other’s earlobes. Tongues caressed necks as fingers undid buttons and zippers. Again laughter as each kissed the other’s navel simultaneously.

Robbi lifted her hips as Jodi eased her panties down. Jodi held Robbi’s cock in her hand. She kissed the tip, ran her tongue over the rim, gently nursed on the head. Almost wistfully she looked into Robbi’s eyes. "Promise you won’t laugh if I ask you something? I mean something serious."

"I promise."

"Could you be a boy for me? I mean like call me and take me on dates..."

Jodi began to cry lightly.

"Oh, Jodi, please don’t cry. I will. I was afraid to ask you. Oh, yes, yes. I’ll be your boy lover."

Jodi ran her tongue over along the underside of Robbi’s cock. Her mouth enclosed the cockhead. Lips skillfully massaged the sensitive rim. Robbi moaned as Jodi massaged his balls.

Jodi spread Robbi’s legs as she turned her boy/girl lover onto his tummy. Her tongue teased the ever so sensitive spot between his balls and his hole. Robbi was moaning in rapture.

Again Jodi rolled him over. Robbi’s mouth reached for Jodi’s cock. He greedily swallowed the entire shaft! Jodi roared as she pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into Robbi’s mouth.

Jodi rolled onto her back and drew her knees to her chest. She guided Robbi’s firm cock into her tight little hole. Her hands cupped Robbi’s cheeks as she pressed him deeper into her. Her hips rose to meet him. The powerful legs wrapped around him as she rocked form side to side, her every movement heightening the sensations that would soon bring Robbi to a raging and prolonged orgasm.

The two lovers showered together with air of playfulness no less intense for their recent sexual endeavors.

Robbi on the bed clad in a pair of fresh panties borrowed from Jodi. He watched Jodi dress. She chose a pair of unadorned black nylon briefs. She smiled at Robbi as she fastened the white bra at her waist. She deftly twisted the bra so the cups were now to the front. Bending forward she slid her arms through the straps, pulled the bra into position and adjusted her small breasts in the cups. Robbi spoke as Jodi tightened the bra straps.

"You make everyday routine acts look like the most sensual performance. I guess when you do anything, it becomes a sensual act. You are just so beautiful, just so sexy. You do know I love you and that whatever becomes of us, I’ll love as I can love no other person."

"I know. Robbi, I love you too. And I owe so much to you and Dina."

"Jodi, be sure that it’s love you feel for me and not gratitude."

Robbi stood behind Jodi as she sat at her dressing table. He brushed her hair until it glistened. Jodi’s face betrayed an underlying sadness. She reached up and held Robbi’s hand. "Don’t ever leave me, don’t ever give up on me"

"I promise."

Jodi dressed for her routine meeting with Mr. Harper. She sat at her mirror, pulled her hair into a pony tail, turned it up and pinned it in place. The bare neck effect was quite enchanting what with the sensuousness of her hair and the vulnerable exposure of her slender, elegant neck.

Today she would be the sophisticate. A black lace longline bra with attached garters. Black panties with lace insets at the hips. She carefully did her makeup making sure it was just slightly erotic but not too much for the fine restaurants where Mr. Harper always took her for lunch. Baroque pearl teardrop earrings hung from her pierced ears.

Jodi felt a tingle in her loins as she rolled the black stockings onto her legs. She extended her foot as she fastened the garter. The other stocking was in place. She raised her legs and crisscrossed her feet as she fastened the rear snaps of the garters. Dancing had added to her not inconsiderable natural grace.

The t-strap shoes were rejected in favor of black patent pumps with a tastefully high heel. No more fetish wear for this girl!

Jodi slipped the shoes on. She made sure they fit well enough to walk in but loose enough to dangle from her toes when she wanted to draw Mr. Harper’s attention to her legs.

The black dress with the bouffant skirt would do nicely. A pearl choker was the perfect complement to her demure yet beguiling attire.

Jodi was promptly admitted to Mr. Harper’s private office. There was an unusually large number of folders on the table behind his desk.

Jodi rose on tiptoe to give the tall, handsome man a kiss by way of greeting.

"We’ve starting to get some rather significant findings in this matter. A little premature but I’m almost creation that you are a wealthy young lady."

Jodi stared in disbelief. "How can that be? Not that I mind."

Mr. Harper spread out some files on the desk. "It is a little complex...."

Forty minutes later Jodi wasn’t sure if she understood it all correctly. "But how did you make the connection between me and my family so quickly?"

Mr. Harper sighed. He opened a large folder that contained numerous photographs. He turned an eight by ten of a beautiful four year old girl toward Jodi. Next was a photograph of the same girl at about age ten.

"Wow, I don’t remember these picture being taken." Jodi hesitated as she realized the backgrounds, the clothing was all wrong. "Mr. Harper, this is fantastic. I could swear that’s me!"

"Please don’t be upset. This picture will help you understand."

It was Mr. Harper in his early teens with the same girl who in this picture was about twelve.

"You were so handsome when you were younger." Jodi’s heart began to pound in her throat. "Who is the girl? Tell me!"

"Jodi, darling...Please sit down. She was my stepsister and your mother."

Jodi sat silently unsure of whether to laugh or cry. She did both.

Lunch was ever so special. Jodi rested her hand on Uncle Malcom’s arm, his free hand on her wrist. She smiled broadly when Uncle Malcolm greeted a colleague as they entered the restaurant. "Jack, I want you to meet a very special young lady, my niece."

 

CHRISTMAS COCKTAILS

Dina, Robbi and Jodi made a joint entrance at Jodi’s landlady’s cocktail party the afternoon days before Christmas.

"Uncle Mal is so, so neat. He wants me to spend Christmas at his house in Connecticut, Fairchild or some place like that..."

"Fairfield," corrected Dina.

"Right. He wants me to give up dancing at the Eighty-Two and start getting ready for college. Me, me a college coed!" Her laugh was infectious.

"I met his wife. She’s accepting of me as I am. Dina, I owe you so much. You and Robbi have helped me recreate myself.. I can never thank you enough.

"Aunt Meg and I are going to a matinee and to dinner on Wednesday and then we’ll drive up to Fairfield. Fairfield, right Dina?

"Robbi, I wish we could spend New Year’s Eve together but I have a lot of family to catch up on."

Robbi bent forward and kissed Jodi’s cheek. "I’m so happy for you."

Several guests gathered at the piano listening to Robbi play although some of the men seemed to be more interested in Robbi’s stockinged thighs as her navy blue dress rode higher as she manipulated the pedals.

Robbi paused and took a sip of her Rob Roy. Her small audience was lavish in praise for her improvisations based on jazz and show standards. "My friend Jodi is really good too. She sings these things so wonderfully."

The reluctant Jodi finally agreed to sing. She leaned on the piano and stared into Robbi’s eyes as she did a fervent rendition of "The Way you Look Tonight." Conversation in the room stopped. More guests drifted in from the adjacent rooms. The group around the piano became a crowd. Much applause when the number ended. The two young friends couldn’t stop. "A Foggy Day in London Town" went over as well as the first song had. "They Can’t Take That Away From Me" was a change of pace.

Jodi squirmed. "Really, this is just too embarrassing."

Dina intervened. "Girls, go and mingle. Let the grownups entertain themselves."

"Robbi, I just love that dress on you." She conspiratorially whispered in Robbi’s ear. "When will you ever keep your promise of being a boy for me?" She kissed the ear she was whispering in.

A woman approached the two girls as they were about to ambush a waitress with a tray of canapés. "You two are quite fresh and talented."

Jodi was giddy with her new life and with several Rob Roy’s. "Any fresher and we would be insulting."

Robbi joined in the silliness. "Madam, you can’t begin to realize how very multiply talented we both are."

"I think you two can be on the cocktail lounge circuit as soon as you care to be. I’m sure you’re both in school now but I know you could do so much better as a cabaret act during this summer than you would at any other job. Please contact me."

The two flopped onto the couch in the hall. Dina approached them. "Did that woman ask you to contact her for music work?"

The two sheepishly nodded. "Do it! Do you realize who her husband is?"

They held hands as they descended the backstairs to Jodi’s apartment. "Robbi, I just want to be alone with you for an hour. You’ll be leaving for Janus soon and I’m going to be away for most of the week. I don’t care if nothing happens...I just want to feel you against me, feel the rise and fall of your breasts as we snuggle, smell your hair, drink in your nearness."

They undressed ever so slowly. Each revelation of foundation garments led to more adoring looks, more caressing. As more skin was bared, there was more tasting of bodies.

Robbi straddled Jodi, took her hand in his. He kissed the palm, gently sucked each finer tip. Jodi’s fingers were as light as butterflies on his most sensitive places. She pursed him to his back and reversed positions. Her lips teased his eyelashes, his neck his ears. She reached for the wine glass on the table and drizzled the wine onto his mid section. She lapped it from his navel.

Jodi reclined against the pillows and pressed her breasts together as Robbi poured wine into the hollow at the base of her neck. It flowed between her breasts, into her navel and lower still. Robbi traced the flow of the wine with his tongue. Jodi moaned in anticipation as Robbi’s lips sucked her pubic hair. Robbi’s tongue found cock. She sighed. Her legs soon quivered as spasms of pleasure swept through her entire being.

She took Robbi’s face between her hands and drew his mouth to hers. A moan of ecstasy as she tasted her own cum in her lover’s mouth.

Jodi looked at Robbi’s face, ran her fingers over every feature. "So pretty, so pretty...I’ve been trying to think of you as a boy tonight but you are just too, too pretty. I don’t care what you are. I love you."

 

AN AFTERNOON WITH AUNT ANNE

Jodi greeted Uncle Malcolm with a rather warm kiss. She sat on the couch and tucked her legs under her. She wore a straight but not too tight skirt that she thought might be appropriate for the theater. It was important to make a good impression on Uncle Mal’s wife.

"Sit more modestly. Anne could easily be jealous of you."

"You know you like what you see," teased Jodi.

"Of course I’m not impervious to your charms but I will not be seduced by my niece. "

"Step-niece or whatever but no blood ties."

"No matter," said Uncle Malcolm firmly. "Just sit like a lady when Anne is here."

Jodi responded by pulling her skirt well above her stocking tops and extending one leg straight up as she smoothed adjusted her garter strap. She made sure her panty crotch was visible.

"Imp," laughed Uncle Malcolm. He was not unappreciative of the performance.

Jodi suddenly bounced up, pulled her skirt down and sat on the edge couch with her feet and knees clamped together. She folded her hands on her lap. A parody of beatific smile crossed her face.

"Imp," repeated Uncle Malcolm.

A few minutes later the receptionist led Anne Harper into the office.

She was younger than Malcolm and quite beautiful. Jodi wondered if having so beautiful a wife made it easier for Malcolm to resist her earlier attempts at seduction.

Jodi, awed by Anne’s presence, became anxious and stiff. Family was something she was just learning to cope with. She didn’t know how to act with nor how to react to this beautiful Connecticut matron.

Malcolm stood behind her helping her on with her coat. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Just be yourself," he whimpered reassuringly. "You’ll do fine."

She did do fine.

Anne was wonderful. She charmed Jodi and relaxed her before the cab deposited them in front of the restaurant where they were to have lunch.

Jodi was startled when the maitre d’ greeted Anne as Dr. Harper. Jodi stared at her in amazement. "I’m an MD I didn’t want you to know that yet. I want you to get to know me as Anne."

The two kept their heads close together as Jodi told Anne as much as she dared. She didn’t want to burden her aunt with the horrors of her life with Mummie.

"Jodi, you’re even more charming that I was led to believe."

"You do know that I’m not really what I appear to be."

"Of course I do. But you are really what you appear to be. You are a beautiful, talented young lady. Mal and I will see to it that you are accepted as such."

Jodi stared out the train window as they sped through the Connecticut hills. She practically pressed her face against the window like a child. The real world was all so new.

"Anne, that was my first Broadway show. Thank you."

"Jodi, there’s so much we have to catch up on. There are things we’ll all do together and things you’ll do on your own. I see why Mal loves you so much and I know I’ll love you almost as much."

Anne opened her purse and handed Jodi a tissue. Jodi was surprised to see that Anne was also dabbing a tear form her cheek.

They picked up Anne’s car at the station.

"Wow, what is it?"

"That, dear Jodi, is a 1947 Jaguar touring car."

"I love those fenders and the huge headlights."

"And tomorrow I’ll teach you to drive it!"

"Me drive that? Aunt Anne, I just feel so special the way you and Uncle Malcolm accept me and ..."

Anne put her finger over Jodi’s lips. "Some things are better left unsaid."

A light snow was falling as the headlight beams knifed through the winter darkness.

Jodi was excited in anticipation of spending the New Year’s Holiday with real family. She noticed gates and entrance ways with family names on them. She felt the car turn and saw the name Harper on the gate.

Lighted buildings appeared to the side of the driveway. A stable, a multi car garage and other outbuildings were visible.

"Is that your house?" asked the clearly awed Jodi.

"Nope," said Anne with a lilt in her voice. "It’s our house. Uncle Malcom’s. mine...and yours. Jodi this is your home. This is where you should have been all those years.

"Malcolm is so guilt ridden for what happened. But he had no way of knowing you existed. He has a meeting and will be home quite late. We’ll see him at breakfast."

The car stopped at the main entrance to the manorial mansion. A man held the door as they got out of the car. He then drove off to put the car away.

The housekeeper and a maid greeted them as they entered.

"Welcome home Miss Jod said the housekeeper. Both women curtsied to her.

The maid took their coats.

"I’ll show your rooms, Miss Jodi, if you’ll please come with me."

Mrs. Grenville, for that was the housekeeper’s name, showed to her rooms. "Mr. Harper and Doctor Harper are down at the other end of the hall. There’s the house phone. Feel free to ask for anything at any time. There’s your outside phone. You have your own line, your own number."

"Dr. Harper would like you to join her for supper at eight. May I say something?"

"Of course Mrs. Grenville."

"You’re so much like your mother, Miss."

"You knew my mother!"

"Yes, Miss. I was a young maid here."

 

Jodi’s bags had been sent ahead. They were nowhere to be seen. She looked in the closets and realized her things had not only been put way for her but that they had been ironed before being put away!

She showered, brushed her hair into a pageboy. She slipped into powder blue nylon panties and matching bra. A quilted robe was both pretty and practical. It had been purchased for her and left in the bathroom. She slipped on white patent leather pumps. "Must get some slippers," she noted to herself.

A maid showed her to the small dining room where Aunt Anne met her. Jodi was concerned whether she had dressed appropriately for supper. Aunt Anne was so similarly dressed that they could have purchased their outfits in a mother/daughter department.

A very fine wine was served with the cold supper. They ate slowly and chatted warmly.

They sat on opposite sides of the drawing room fireplace sipping Drambuie and talking. Anne rested her feet on a footstool. Jodi followed suit. As she placed her feet on the footstool, Jodi’s robe fell open to reveal her blue panties.

"Really so immodest," remarked Anne.

Jodi blushed and covered her thighs.

"No need to blush although it becomes you," smiled Anne warmly. "This is your home. Feel free to relax as you see fit. But I must tell you, I appreciate young girls more than I should and in ways I shouldn’t...So I really welcome your innocent immodesty.

"Malcolm knows. That and our inability to have children have been crosses for him to bear. You are a blessing to us. It’s as if he found his own child.

"You’re my niece or at least my husband’s niece so you’re not fair game. But you can give me a show every now and then."

Uncle Mal breakfasted with Anne and Jodi before leaving for the New York office. It turned out that Uncle Malcolm had an office in Connecticut as well and didn’t go to New York every day. Somehow that idea appealed to Jodi.

After breakfast Anne asked Jodi to change to jeans and "wellies." Jodi look puzzled. Anne anticipated her question. "Wellies are Wellington boots. We wear them for mucking about the stable. Dress warmly."

The clothing had been laid out on the bed for Jodi. She stripped out of her slacks, pulled the turtle neck over head and looked at the clothing. A long john top was made slightly feminine by a blue bow at the neck. Flannel lined jeans and heavy socks. The green "wellies" slipped right on. She tied her hair into a pony tail with blue ribbon that matched the little bow on her long john top. Finally a wool flannel shirt. She liked what she saw in the mirror even though the slight, almost invisible bulge in her jeans reminded her she was still not a real girl.

"Wow, I’m the L. L. Bean calendar girl!" She laughed at her reflection. "But I’ll never be what I seem to be. SHIT!"

Anne and the stableman taught Jodi how to curry-comb the three horses. She was wary at first but soon gained confidence. She enjoyed feeding the beasts carrots and rubbing their velvety noses.

The two strolled the grounds. Jodi really liked Anne. "After lunch you’ll drive me to my office in the Jag. I have some calls to make and some charts to read but I’m closed until January. I’ll reward you by taking you shopping."

"Oh, Anne, being here with you is reward enough."

There was a phone message for Jodi at the house. Rob had called. "Please call." Jodi left the message on her dressing table when she changed to go to town with Anne. It remained there.

Jodi "bucked" the gears as she learned to shift the manual transmission of the classic Jaguar, stalled it once or twice too. By the time she turned out of the gate, she was doing fine.

Jodi read as she waited for Anne to finish in the office. She sat in Anne’s consulting room periodically looking up from her book and studying Anne’s diplomas and licenses. "What’s an endocrinologist, Aunt Anne?"

"It’s a physician who specializes in glands that secrete directly into the blood stream and who is qualified to work with hormonal problems."

"Just wondering."

Anne took Jodi shopping for an outfit for New Year’s Eve and or a second for New Year’s Day.

"Malcolm and I always have a small gathering at the house on New Year’s Eve. You’ll be with us. No, you’re not getting out of it. You’re family and you should be here with us, not hiding away.

"We’re having an open house on New Year’s Day. The two events will give us a chance to introduce you to our friends and neighbors. I know you find it awkward but you’ll get used to fitting in."

The green velvet hostess skirt and matching blouse fit perfectly. Of course there had to be new shoes to match and appropriate lingerie and foundation garments. Yet it was so different from the fantasy outfits and fetish gear that Mummie had imposed on Jodi.

There was a second phone message from Robbi. Anne had a message too: Malcolm would be spending the night in New York.

"You see, darling," said Anne in obvious pain, "I too have a cross to bear." She poured a large Bourbon, straight up.

They changed to casual robes like last night and met again in the drawing room.

Anne laid out all sorts of plans for her Jodi’s education. Private school to bring her up to acceptable levels. Then Jodi would go on to Mount Holyoke, the all girl college Anne had attended.

Jodi had less confidence in her academic potential than did Anne. "Darling, you don’t realize how bright and attractive you are. Private tutors if necessary, but you’ll be whatever you want to be."

Anne stroked Jodi’s hair as the young trannie rested her head on her lap. Jodi realized that Anne still wore her stockings.

"Aunt Anne, I want to be like you. I want to be a real woman. God, that is so, so impossible."

"Not really. We’ll talk about that another time."

"Is it silly to want go to medical school when I haven’t even been acepted to college.? I really don’t know why but I want to be like you."

"No, darling. Not at all silly for a girl as bright as you."

Anne’s robe had fallen open. Jodi’s cheek rested on the warm. smooth skin or the older woman’s thigh. Her hand slipped Anne’s shoe form her foot. She deftly massaged the high, exquisite arch.

"Mmmm. Feels so good," purred Anne.

Jodi knelt and draped Anne’s leg on her shoulder. She kissed the silken inner thighs. Anne was relaxed from the Bourbon and from Jodi’s tender ministrations. Jodi eased Anne’s panty crotch aside. Her tongue traced the woman’s slit. She swirled her tongue over the hardening clit. Anne’s juices flowed freely as Jodi drank them hungrily.

She flicked her tongue rapidly over the now hard clit. Anne moaned and whined as Jodi pulled her tongue back and turned her attention to Anne’s wet cleft. As she probed deeply, Anne’s entire being quivered and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Anne pushed Jodi onto her back. "You are so naughty...but so good. She kissed Jodi tenderly yet passionately. She pulled her bra cup down and rubbed her nipple against Jodi’s eager mouth. Her hand grasped Jodi’s cock. Jodi sucked the hard nipple. She tried to hold back as Anne adeptly fondled her cock.

"Anne, please! Anne..." Jodi exploded in Anne’s hand. Anne licked the cum from her own fingers.

Back in New York Robbi stared out the window. The New Year was not a happy one thus far. Dina spoke.

"It would be unfair and unwise to crowd her now. We both wanted to give her own life and that’s what we’ve done. Mummie has been effectively destroyed so you got your revenge.

"Malcolm Harper will finish Mummie financially. He’s got a personal stake now that he’s found that Jodi’s his stepsister’s child. He thinks of Jodi as his niece. Treats her that way too. His wife’s a well respected endocrinologist. She’ll treat Jodi hormonally to bring her closer to being a real girl. If Jodi wants the whole thing, Anne will probably set up surgery for her."

Dina answered the phone. "For you."

"Jodi! Hi." Robbi’s outlook suddenly improved.

"Robbi, this place is so unreal! I haven’t had a minute. You’ve got to come up so we can practice our lounge act for the summer."

The conversation went on for about an hour.

"Someone’s feeling better," noted Dina.

 

SPRING SEMESTER

Robbi was going to Connecticut to spend a few days with Jodi before starting the spring semester at Janus. Dina and Robbi had a quiet dinner together the evening before.

"Dina, you’ve been so great letting me, no helping me live as a girl for the last six months. It’s been a real trip for me. I kind of like it but I’m not sure I want to be a girl every day forever. I know Jodi wants me as a boy.

"I just don’t know what’s going to happen with Jodi. She really is someone so totally different from what she was when I met her.

"What ever happens, I’ll never forget her and I hope I never resent her."

"Are you sure you still want to go to Janus?"

"Oh yes! That’ll be great. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot and then I can decide about college. I want to go but I don’t know where or for what. Right now I’m pretty sure I want to go as a boy. Much more practical so when I go out in the world there’ll be a record or whatever."

"Rob, your maturity impresses me. Your thinking is quite sound."

Robbi took an early train to Connecticut. A Jaguar touring car pulled up as the train pulled in. Robbi took her suitcase and headed toward the waiting room. The platform was open to the wind which forced her to hold her skirt in place despite the heavy winter coat she wore.

The honk of a horn had to be for her. No one else had gotten off the train. The doors of the Jag opened. Jodi stood waving on one side of the classic car. On the other side stood a strikingly attractive woman.

"Robbi!" Jodi shrieked as s he hugged and kissed her friend whom she hadn’t seen in all of a week. "This Anne Harper, my aunt."

"My goodness, Jodi. You really must have friends up more often if they’re anywhere near as attractive as Robbi.

"And don’t try to explain. Jodi has told me that you and she have something in common that most girls lack. She also told me how instrumental you and you Aunt Dina were in saving her and giving her a life of her own."

It was Robbi’s turn to blush.

Jodi stood behind Robbi as she brushed her guest’s hair. Robbi wore a powder blue terry robe that matched her eyes and that showed. She crossed her legs allowing the robe to fall open and to reveal her blue lace trimmed panties.

"Robbi, do you know Aunt Anne is Dr. Harper?" It was a rhetorical question. Robbi listened.

"She’s starting me on a serious hormonal therapy program. Then we’re going to think about surgery. I’m going to be a real girl!"

Robbi reached up and took her friends hand. She warmly pressed it to her lips.

"I’m so happy for you. It has to be the right decision."

"Robbi, I owe you and Dina so much..."

The two had lunch with Anne. They went up to Jodi’s rooms where a spinet piano had been added for Jodi’s convenience.

The first sets went well. Jodi had all the moves of a cabaret singer. She unbuttoned her shirtwaist dress to allow freedom of movement. Robbi had difficulty keeping his eyes off the muscular curves of Jodi’s thighs. The garters led one’s eyes inexorably to the silken sheen of Jodi’s virginal white panties.

As she sang, Jodi playfully kissed Robbi’ ear, her cheek, her mouth. She straddled Robbi her legs around his waist, her mouth on his. The two fell from the piano bench.

"Love me, Robbi. Love me no matter what happens. I’m so scared."

"Scared? These people are your family. They love you."

"Dopey, that’s not what scares me. It’s becoming a woman. I want to be a woman. But sometimes when they invert your penis, the nerves don’t work and you don’t have orgasms. Then you won’t love me."

"Jodi, Jodi...I love you now, I’ll love you no matter what happens."

Robbi became hard to understand. It’s difficult to speak clearly when your lover’s cock is in your mouth.

A few days later Robbi drove back to New York with Uncle Mal, Aunt Anne and Jodi. The two Harper ladies were making Wednesday lunch and matinee a routine event. Jodi who had not seen a Broadway show until recently was now a regular on the theater circuit.

The older Harpers allowed the girls a time for discreet yet intimate good-byes.

"Robbi, I love you so much. But I want you to be sure. Enjoy all the opportunities you have to date. I mean that at Janus and even at college later. I know what I’m getting into with you. You’re special. You’re the boy I want to be with forever. And besides, if things get dull, you can be a girl with me." Jodi paused and went pale. "Forget I said that. I want whatever you want. No kinks for me! I’ve had too many already.

"But as for me, no dating. I’m a one man girl and you’re going to be my man."

"Silly Jodi! I don’t need to date girls or boys to know I love you and I don’t need other girls, real or otherwise, to prove it."

"Right, until temptation comes along," teased Jodi.

 

JANUS

Robbi and Dina unloaded the borrowed station wagon. All of Robbi’s "absolutely essential things" that she couldn’t do without were too much for Dina’s rather roomy sedan.

They had dinner in a tavern in town. Robbi really loved it the restaurant, the town and the campus. Still, there was a major disadvantage to overcome. Most seniors at Janus had been there for four or five years. Robbi was coming in as an outsider. The more experienced girls probably knew who were trannies and who were real girls. This was something Robbi might have to learn if she were to survive socially.

Robbi kept looking around for Ronni. Seeing her guide from her earlier visit would be very reassuring.

Robbi was putting bras and panties into the drawers in her room when a knock awoke her from her musings. A tall, dark girl stood in the doorway.

"Welcome to Janus. I’m Leah."

As Leah extended her hand the robe fell open. She wore a semi-opaque ivory colored chemise. Her black bra peeked over the top of chemise. Her black panties showed through the diaphanous chemise. She sat down in a chair and casually draped a leg over the arm of the chair. Robbi stared at the opaque black panty crotch.

"You’re wondering if I’m a girl or a tran. None of the above. I had the operation late last spring. Worked great. I cum!"

Robbi was a little taken aback by Leah’s almost combative honesty. It was if "What are you going to do about it?" was part of the unspoken message! "I hope Jodi doesn’t end up with that attitude when she has the operation.," thought Robbi.

"You’re a guy," continued Leah. "I’ll bet you don’t plan on living as a girl all the time or you would have been here sooner.

"I know we’re going to be friends." Leah ran her tongue over her teeth.

Robbi was getting hard despite his resolve to be loyal to Jodi.

Leah rose to her feet. Robbi was aroused. Leah approached him. She put one hand behind his head and cupped his balls with the other.

The two fell back onto the bed. Leah shed her robe and straddled Robbi in a schoolyard pin. Her knees dug into his shoulders. Robbi relaxed and let Leah take control.

Leah’s tongue was all over him. She pulled his bra cups over his breasts. Her tongue thrilled him while occasional nips of her teeth sent shivers of a new ecstasy through him. Panties were shed. Leah lowered herself onto Robbi’s hard cock. Her tight cunt gripped Robbi’s cock as she rode up and down. A duet of screams as they came together.

They fell asleep in Robbi’s bed. An hour later they awoke. Leah kissed Robbi as she got out of bed. "Thanks lover. That was great but your heart is with someone else. We’ll do it again but no long term emotions, okay?"

Leah looked over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. "But if you ever want a new commitment, look me up."

Robbi and Leah became fast friends that semester. Leah was bright, beautiful and very directed. She had her sights set on law school after Bryn Mawr, a girls college near Philadelphia. "I’ll get in on my own merit but my mom’s an alum so I’m a legacy."

Robbi made it her business to come across Ronni in the first few days. Robbi was invited for dinner in the house Ronni shared with Dr. Matthews. Dr. Matthews was away for the weekend.

Robbi dressed in a full skirt and of the shoulder top. Her makeup was flawless. Heels emphasized the sculpted calves and tapered ankles that so many real girls and woman would have sold there souls to have.

Ronni greeted her at the door. The long wrap around hostess skirt was designed to fall open and reveal the tops of Ronni’s smoke colored stockings. Robbi swallowed hard.

Ronni knelt at Robbi’s feet and removed her shoes. Ronni knew how the evening would end.

Diner was exquisite as was the wine. Robbi put her hand on her hostess’s shoulder. "Let me thank you" They kissed.

Robbi stepped let her skirt and pettis fall to the floor. She stepped out of them. Her golden tanned thighs were radiant above tops of her white stockings. Her small breast were enhanced by the push-up effect of the white lace long line bra which also served to nip her waist to a formidable twenty-four inches! White panties allowed the outline of her cockhead to show. No gaff was necessary because the petticoated skirt concealed what Ronni wanted so much!

Ronni unwrapped her own skirt. A close embrace. Cocks were freed from panties. The two girls allowed their cockheads to brush together. They fell to the floor in a deliriously intense sixty-nine. They held each other closely as their cum mingled in a kiss.

Even before they fucked Robbi realized that while he could be totally loyal to Jodi when it came to real girls but that he would always need a lover with a cock. He confessed this in a letter to Jodi. She wrote back that she was willing to let Rob find elsewhere that which, after the operation, she would no longer be able to offer him.

Rob wondered if Jodi wasn’t turning into Pollyanna. On reflection, he thought that she might be evolving a level of sureness, even of arrogance, which made her believable that no one could ever want anyone else.

Jodi had always been narcissistic. She was a new person, a more likable person yet that streak of narcissism was a fundamental part of her which would never change. Robbi knew that he loved Jodi and that she would always be a part of him no matter what came of the relationship, yet he had to acknowledge that Jodi had become a crashing bore!

Leah, it turned out, was a good listener. Robbi felt very comfortable about opening up with her dorm companion. She was a New York girl first and foremost. Intensely loyal, sophisticated yet earthy, able to enjoy a ball game as well as an opera, Leah incorporated all the traits that made New York a vital, exciting place to be in those years.

It was spring break before the girls saw each other again. They went to Uncle Mal’s office to sign a contract booking them into a cabaret in place called Provincetown at the end of Cape Cod. They would work there for a few weeks and then go to a place called New Hope in Pennsylvania just across the Delaware River from New Jersey. The girls would later learn why those venues were especially suited for their unique act.

Uncle Mal asked Robbi to stay "with Jodi’s assent" while he reviewed the ever-growing collection of folders pertaining to the suit against Mummie.

"On Monday I’ll be in court. We’re freezing her assets. She’ll have to live on what she earns and from you tell me, she can’t earn that much on her own. This will prevent her from selling any property including the apartment."

Further good news awaited the girls. Jodi was accepted to Mount Holyoke!

Robbi opted to attend Swarthmore, a college on the Philadelphia mainline. He would attend as Rob. Jodi was delighted by this. She was dedicated to becoming a real woman and to living a real life or at least what she thought the real life, the ideal life should be.

The hormone treatments Aunt Anne was supervising had an extraordinary effect that was quite apparent once the summer approached.. It wasn’t that Jodi was turning into something like the tit queens of the movies. Nothing so cheap, so vulgar or so out of proportion. Jodi was developing high, round, firm breasts that were so very sexy in a basic black dress. The effect was even more striking when she wore an underwire demi-bra. Robbi had great difficulty keeping his eyes, his hands, and his mouth from her breasts between sets.

Jodi’s bottom too was developing a more femme fullness. It was as if the girl in early adolescence was becoming a woman. It wasn’t that Jodi was simply becoming a real woman: she was also becoming a real person, a complete, confident individual.

Rob’s sexual attentions focused less on Jodi’s cock than on her breasts ad her bottom. Her tummy was slightly more rounded yet still firm. Her cock, although thinner and less prominent when hard was still very functional.

Aunt Anne expalined that if Jodi’s cock began to shrink and to become non-functional, the operation would have to be done immediately. Creating Jodi’s vagina relied an adequate of penile tissue which would be inverted and become the lining of Jodi’s new and hopefully very orgasmic vagina.

Jodi and Robbi regularly made sure that Jodi’s cock was in fine working condition.

They decided, even before they started the summer, they would not to work on the cabaret circuit after freshman year but would try to find work in fields related to their graduate school ambitions. Jodi felt that performing in cabarets was "just too common!"

Then again, was it their decision or Jodi’s?

Jodi was becoming less of a romantic, less sexually driven, more driven toward academic and financial success. She was now a snob!

What was more perturbing to Rob was that Jodi’s concept of what her life should be was too fluid. She was clear on wanting to go to college and then to medical school in her need to emulate Aunt Anne. That ambition about the only constant things. Everything else about Jodi was shifting constantly, even "flighty."

Robbi sat on the bed of her dorm room. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as she rested her chin on her knees. Robbi’s skirt had slid down her thighs. She had no energy for even something as simple as adjusting her skirt. Besides nothing seamed important at that moment.

"You look like you need a friend. Talk to Leah." Leah’s sexy voice showed real empathy for her friend.

Robbi looked at Leah through watery eyes. "I just don’t know what to do about her."

"The Jodi thing! You see Rob, you’ve both grown since you first met. You and Dina have given her a life and she’s grown into something better than she was. The problem is that after she became what you hoped for, she kept changing...and not for the better."

Leah sat down and cradled Rob in her arms. She kissed her cheeks, stroked her hair. "Leah, you’re so right. Thanks for being such a pal."

"That’s me. Good pal Leah." Her hand reached for Robbi’s exposed panties. She stopped in mid movement. "Yeah, good buddy Leah." She too had tears on her cheeks.

Robbi relaxed and dozed off in Leah’s arms. Leah slid a pillow under Robbi’s head and covered her bare thighs with a coat. "Robbi, Robbi. So insightful, so sensitive and yet so unseeing," she said softly to the sleeping Robbi as she tiptoed from the room.

Robbi woke refreshed and with a feeling of freedom. She looked around for Leah. There was a sudden sense of panic. What if Leah wasn’t there for her? She got up and tripped over a book. Her fall was loud but not serious.

Leah helped her to her feet.
"Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I was afraid you left me. Leah, don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever..."

"Sh, sh, sweets. You’re just upset. "

"I’m not, I mean I am but that doesn’t mean I’m not wake now. I mean awake to you, that you care so much..."

Leah undressed Robbi and put her under a cold shower. She vigorously rubbed Robbi’s numb body. "Get dressed, sweet love. It’s dinner time. No Janus special tonight. I’m buying in town."

Robbi was waking up to the fact that the Jodi she been in love was as unreal as the Jodi Mummie had created. Leah was real, she was caring, and she loved Robbi with an unselfish intensity that would only grow and become more beautiful in time.

White silk panties with lace side panels. A low cut lace edged underwire bra. Knee socks, uniform skirt with a turtle nick under the blazer. Saddle shoes completed this practical, correct ensemble which concealed the virginal sexiness of the bra and panties.

Leah was almost identically dressed. Robbi wondered if her demure uniform concealed anything so seductive as what she had chosen. Of course it did, glowed Robbi. Leah’s under that clothing and she’s the best no matter what she has on.

Both Leah and Robbi needed comfort food after the New England clam chowder. They both opted for pot roast to be washed down with mugs of ale.

The emptiness that had so depressed Robbi a few hours before had been filled by the familiar warmth of the meal. Robbi realized the void was being filled long term by the feelings that had grown between her and Leah. She reached across the table and took Leah’s hand.

Eyes met. Robbi started to speak. It was Leah who spoke first. "You don’t have to say it Rob. I love you too."

 

They held hands as they strolled back to the dorm. "Come to my room. I want you to listen in on a phone call."

"Yes Mrs. Grenville, I want to talk to Jodi. There’s no need to disturb her if she and Dr. Harper are together. She can call back if she finds the time."

Jodi called back in the morning. She barely heard anything Robbi had to say. The near settlement of her lawsuit against Mummie was occupying her full attention. "Darling, do remember that it’s your Uncle Mal who’s winning the case. You don’t even get to speak.

I’m glad for you but I don’t see why that’s as important to me as you think it should be. Dina and I pulled you out of Mummie’s hands. You’re on you’re own now!

"Do enjoy your new life. Bye"

Jodi called back a few minutes later. "Robbi, you just broke off with me! Well, big deal. I was going to dump you soon..." Jodi started to cry. "Robbi, I am soo sorry, I’m soo sorry."

The sobbing continued as the phone fell to the floor.

"Self-centered bitch," thought Robbi as she hung up her phone.

It would be a long time before Rob and Jodi saw each other again.

Jodi wrote to Robbi apologizing for being such a boor. She was hoping Rob would be willing to see her after her surgeries which were to begin in mid May.

Rob wrote to wish Jodi a speedy recovery but was clear that there was no point in seeing each other then nor at any time in the future.

 

LOOSE ENDS ARE TIED

Jodi was home for Thanksgiving. Uncle Mal was working late in his New York office. He was going to drive home later in the evening.

Jodi lay propped on pillows in front of the fireplace in the drawing room where she had first shared intimacy with Aunt Anne.

Jodi’s stockinged foot was in Anne’s hand. Anne kissed each toe then took them all in her mouth. Jodi’s legs parted. Anne slid the panty crotch aside.

"You look so good. They did such a pretty job. Now let’s see how good a job it is."

Jodi quivered as Anne’s soft finger tips toyed with her pussy lips. She sucked Anne’s finger which Anne then quickly worked into the tight vagina. Jodi quivered.

"Oh, yes. That does feel so good. Oh. YES!"

Anne buried her face in her niece’s newly created cunt. The sounds that came from deep within Jodi’s being indicated that the nerve endings were fully functional.

Jodi pushed Anne’s face tighter against her. She exploded in piercing cries as she drenched Anne’s face with her cum.

"Very nice," purred Anne. "Now you just do the same to your sweet old aunt!"

A knock... a pause... second knock.

"Damn! This better be very important Grenville! Come in."

"I’m sorry Doctor. There’s a state policeman here. I think you better see him."

Anne got up, straightened her clothing and followed the housekeeper.

She returned a few minutes later, shaken but not overwhelmed. "Mal’s car spun out of control on the ice...went off the road, hit a tree. They say he died instantly."

Anne filled two glasses with Bourbon and with very little ice. "You might as well as start enjoying the good stuff," she said as she handed a glass to Jodi.

"As much as I loved him, I feel relieved, free even. He was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I certainly didn’t want to watch him die slowly.

"He needed younger girls from time to time. I put up with it because that was my need too. Every so often...I needed to taste the cunt of a sweet young thing. Then I met you and fell in love with you. Why did I have to need you?"

Anne sat on the edge of her chair. Her legs were apart. Her elbows rested on her thighs. The class fell from her hand. She reached toward Jodi who took her hand.

Anne wept. "I’m so frightened, so alone. To wake up at forty-five and see that I’m a lesbian! Yet I can’t be anything else. Don’t leave me...Don’t ever leave me."

Jodi, ever thinking of herself, called Dina with the news of Mal’s death. Somehow it might be easier for her if Dina could be at the funeral and , of course, Rob as well.

It would be an ideal situation to get Rob back and to be Anne’s lover at the same time!

Jodi and Anne wore black dresses that emphasized their tiny waists and adequate busts. The black patent opera pumps showed their ankles to great advantage. And still they were splendidly correct as they received friends and associates at the viewing. Jodi smiled as Dina and Rob walked in. Rob was a more attractive young man than she had realized. She recrossed her legs to draw his attention. It was at that moment she noticed the strikingly exotic brunette with Rob and Dina.

Chagrined by this unexpected turn of events, she rose to greet the threesome. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Jodi, this Leah. She attends Bryn Mawr, just down the road from Swarthmore."

Jodi stared in shocked disbelief at the Star of David around the beautiful girl’s long, elegant neck.

"I guess you have to chose from what’s available there in Pennsylvania."

"We’ve been dating steadily since we met at Janus. She had some surgery before we met."

That stung Jodi. She was livid with rage. She had been too obtuse to realize that Rob wouldn’t have brought any girl who wasn’t important to him to spend the night between the viewing and the funeral. It also struck her that she was in love with Rob and that it was painful, very painful to see him with another woman he cared so much about. A Jew bitch at that! And one so beautiful!

Rob met Leah’s family for the first time on the first night of Chanukah. Leah picked him up at the subway station and drove to a large, comfortable house not far from Brooklyn College where her mother was an associate professor of literature. Family pictures on every table gave the sitting room a warm, personal quality. A photograph of Leah’s dad in his army uniform was framed next to his silver star and the citation that went with it. It seemed that there were three daughters counting Leah.

The book titles on the shelves and the various magazines scattered about the room indicated that this family were quite liberal and freethinking. This explained why Leah was so emotionally healthy. Acceptance does promote a feeling of self-worth.

Leah’s sister arrived with her husband and two children. Kisses hugs and introductions.

Leah’s dad came home form his office. He hugged Leah as he spun around. She laughed as she kissed him. He shook hands awkwardly as he held his two preschool grandchildren on each arm.

"Beautiful little girls, hey? Maybe they’ll be lucky and be as pretty and as smart as Aunt Leah."

The girls giggled. "Aunt Leah is the prettiest and smartest that ever was."

Rob was awed by the total and unaffected acceptance that Leah enjoyed in this warm, bright, sophisticated and well educated family.

It was all so wholesome, so natural, so matter of fact, so loving! Leah had always been a girl. It was just that she was born with something extra that boys have and we had to have it taken care of.

"Rob, help me put your bags upstairs. Yes, there’s a guest-room but you’re staying in Leah’s room."

"Good to meet you, Dr. Levin." Leah’s mom had arrived home as Rob came downstairs.

"Don’t be so waspy formal here. It would be too confusing. My husband’s a dentist so it would be too confusing to call us both Doctor Levin."

Leah’s mom cooked the festive meal with the help of their live in maid. Songs, games, candles. Rob was swept in the family’s affection and the love and affection for Leah that he shared with them.

Rob and Leah were the last to go up to bed. They showered together and pushed the twin beds closer together. Their lips brushed lightly. They held hands as they fell asleep.

It was ten o’clock when the maid called up to them. "Last call for breakfast."

They brushed their teeth, dressed hurriedly and enjoyed a delicious hot breakfast.

The sun was warm in the sitting room as Leah gave Rob a guided tour through the family photo albums. Leah had always been a very beautiful child. At age three she had posed as Cupid in a short white tunic and tights. Her dark hair was in a short bob. Even then the androgynous beauty showed the seeds that developed into this exotic and superbly attractive woman.

"This is at my bat mitzvah, the coming of age ritual when one turns thirteen. I was pretty much behaving as a girl all the time except in school so I refused to be bar mitzvahed, come of age as a boy. My parents found a synagogue in Manhattan that supported lesbians and homosexuals. I was thrilled.

"By then I was getting into trouble in school. I started beating up on the shits who had tormented the sissy faggot for years. I loved humiliating them by beating them up.

"Mom and dad found Janus. And that’s where I found you. I just love you to bits."

We dressed and took a walk around the neighborhood. Holding hands with Leah was as natural and as comfortable as if we had been doing it forever. It felts so right.

The afternoon papers had just hit the street. "Wait up a second Leah. I want to buy the tabloids."
I was suddenly preoccupied with the stories about a has been dominatrix who hanged herself in her duplex in the fashionable seventies. "What," I wondered, "is Jodi thinking about this? Or do they even get these tabloids in her lofty world?"

Leah read the story over my shoulder. "So that was the fabulous Mummie? The tragedy is over, maybe."

She kissed me gently on my cheek and pressed my hand in hers. I tossed the papers in a trash can. We walked on.

After the candles for the second night of Chanukah had been lighted Leah and I went to her room. She turned off the lights and opened the blinds allowing the moon light to illumine the room. We sat our arms around each other and talked of school, of goals and ambitions, of hopes and dreams.

We kept our faces close together as we talked so that our lips frequently brushed. Then a kiss. Buttons were slowly and artfully opened. Leah’s nipples hardened as I pressed them through the silken support of her bra.

"Leah, is it fair for me to love you, to want to love you forever?"

"Rob, you know that’s what we both want, what we both need." Her hand wrapped around my hard cock and guided it between her legs. The love making was slow and intense. It lasted but we both wanted it to last forever.

"There’s only one way to make love last forever," teased Leah.

"Leah, stay with me forever. I want you to marry me."

My hard as nails New York girl who used to beat up on the boys started to cry.

"Rob, yes, yes. I’m such a jerk crying like this. I want to scream out that I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you. I knew that the day we met."

We were going to shop for the ring during spring break but Dina gave us her engagement ring.

"My man died too soon but I’ve never stopped loving him. Maybe you guys will have better luck. Be that as it may, this is a getting started gift from a lady who loves you both. Now get out of here and shop for a setting before I start crying."

 

Leah and I were married the week after we graduated finished college. I t was Jewish wedding but not a very traditional one. We di stand under a wedding a canopy and I stepped on a class.

The garland of white rose buds in Leah’s black hair was made her face even more strikingly beautiful. Her bare shoulders were like ivory in the warm summer sun light. Yet she needed no sunlight so radiant were her blue eyes.

 

THE LETTER

Dear Rob:

I read of your marriage in the New York Times a few weeks ago. I’m writing to congratulate you and to wish you both all the best. Leah is a beautiful and very decent woman. You deserve no less.

Anne and I are selling the house in Fairfield. After settling Mal’s estate things were not as rosy as we thought.

Anne and I are lovers and will probably stay together for the foreseeable future. I’m starting medical school in the fall and will eventually go into practice with Anne. Perhaps that will give me the opportunity to do some good for some young people, young people like I was, like Leah was.

There were so many people who were good to me along the way that I feel I should be able to help some in return. Help them in unselfish ways that is.

None were so good , so important at critical times than were you and Dina. I treated you most shabbily. I cannot atone for that other than to offer the help I can give to young "girls."

Leah is a far better human being than I can ever be. She deserves you as I never could. Love her, hold fast to her. But you already know that.

I’m a bit late with this, but all the same,

Love and luck,

Jodi

 

A few months later a headline in the tabloids caught my eye as Leah and I passed a newsstand. A "has been" dominatrix had hanged herself in her duplex apartment in a fashionable section of Manhattan.

 

AFTERLIFE

Leah and I enrolled together in the clinical psychology program at New York University. We earned our doctoral degrees and went on to post-doctoral programs in psycho-analysis.

Odd thing though, we never left the Village. We went from our first apartment on Mac Dougal Street to our own federal period townhouse although there were several moves in between. Along the way we adopted three girls.

We take them up to our house on a lake in the Berkshires during school breaks and during the summers. Dina is up there too. She makes a great baby sitter. It gets kind of noisy when Leah’s sisters visit with their kids. That’s what normal families are all about! And besides, our girls just love having so many cousins.

Life has become so normal, so ordinary. We’re really comfortable with that!

Funny how things work out.

 

Mardee Louise Prynne

MartiL340@aol.com

 

 

 

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